A Voice Beyond Infinity


A Voice Beyond Infinity




Daniel Jonathan Reurink



Copyright © 2016 by Daniel Jonathan Reurink

@ www.metemphysics.com

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Thunder in the deeps, rumbling keeps in ancient days.

Like old thoughts, mirroring the Truth, in eternal ways,

From the stones, the rocks, the atoms, the stocks,

Clay formed, and sensation gave way to the flock.

Each supply fading away, yet always Tao restocks,

For the Tribe, never moves from Unity’s dock.

If one falls, society demands, “Oh, just stand up tall”,

Yet, are they the one whose mind is stalled?

Nah, find the Tribe, gathering wide, current’s surprise!

Reinvention of lyrical tension, combatting how to revive

The old ancient way of Seers, Green Cloaks live.


For the first tribe, resided in the Mistress,

A lucid spell from Nature’s own Brush

Painting each stroke, yet giving plants finesse

To experience the properties, -individuals mess!

This symbol, The Plant, came to Seer’s inviting.


Open the way! Gateways, Lunar-leys, and Aether rings

To bring one from the root of mind’s sling!

To listen, to simple delicacy, it is just fighting the silent void

Against thought, yet the Ear listens to the Voices fjord

Split is thought, open your ear to this Sounds Sword.


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Lunar Wolf! Dark Moon Tribe! Arise!

The symbol, death marks the Bone!

Deep riddled in Heart’s Abode!

Mansions to roam, living far from Home

Inside the Deep Blue Skyness Dome


Sends forth! Gives! Realizing

Hopeless forwarding, undoing

The segments attached to the Asteroid;

Comets flying by, just absorbed by Heat,

A radioactive conflagration, remaining complete


Whole walks around, smells the sound

Listens to the voice, the echo around

Not a choice, just specific fates

Rolling the dates, eclipses, wastes

Until the end, thyne will abaite

Here now rolls the Dice of Fate


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The rings around the Planet’s Shape

Give meaning to geometrical states

Yet contained the sound, within

Aether bound, yet boundless fin

Everything comes mindfully in

Towards, towards, BOOM remaking


Open thine listening Ear,

Far from here, fusions fear

That atoms come near to the

Void, blackness absorbed, to what?

Fission making atomic clocks

Let free ride the rays, hopeless hope

Were nothing, except everything, ropes

The strings puppeteer, making unluckier

Fragments to absolute shock, yet comfort

In the way, Providence is the state




Walking alone, gone into whiteness

That which is shall be as it manifests

For what is shape, is also sound relevance

That composites states rearrange delegance

And yes, the sound has lead me through


Clue no clue, what is leftover residue?

Thought is the fragments of the Void, few

Come to see that Oneness combines Relativity

To Absolute Controversy, of open Reality

To the closed system operating free


There is now nothing here, but Presence

Eternal, mysterious, relevance

Comes into me, full fills the body of Light

Ringing thoughts leave my body

As one swims in the oceanic Chaos-blight


The sound waves do not stop

But currents follow ray’s hot

To drop, crop, reframe and naught

Into the various states caught

Naught something to keep wronged




The octavation, sound propagation through time

Sublime, how it aligns with the crime

Like a ringing effect, caused by white-Light

Singing out, to the affective fourth eyesight

Eruption particle’s sound explodes twine


It reaches so far into the deepest caverns

Not found in ale and the toxicity in taverns

Just a moment, a sound touch, lightning a’brush

Like hail coming down into such, igniting ruffs

Yet so cold no flame is apparent in the rough


What is a flame brother? Someone who has

You under cover, flaming each other’s past

Folding, molding, the reincarnation samsara

Nothing really, just flames coming through moksha

Let us now begin.




Heat, flame! Anvil screams in pressure!

The time stresses, nothing alleviates essence!

For the presence is just when it was

And now it was when it was just thought twas

Lucid among the dream amongst


The flame spirit, elemental of the rising

Heat and disorder in the Agni

Enough on that horse and rider fee

Just another radical singing fire free

It’s just a game, play by the rules or get burned




The word, heated, can come like a whirling tornado

Of fire that heats the land in a cascade of oil

Like temperatures so humid skin boils

So when you turn around to the portals

One will begin to see the shadow soldier


The word encombs our flesh, making the rise

Of energies temperature, freedom now subside

The essence of myself, and free the invocation

Now is the time for Oneness and integration

So such, the awareness speaks in the Word.




The tomb, the prison of time is the flesh

It is a blessing, and a curse to watch attest

For skin can boil, skin can burn, bones can break

And tables turn. But what is in the thing of things

Is how the reality brings burns, and keeps it flinged


Into the different time-line integrational features

It makes us into this reality, but what did I join back

Who was I before that attack? Was I nothing

In fact, for the whole time I made up its own track

So it consumed my flesh, the whole, the soul


Nothing left to take over, just full, so full

Now empty this is what is thus

So now one sings through the things of trust

But just leaping is like taking the courage

And strong radiation is those who are blurred




The fire burning, the sound of sensation

A luminous chemical sight, of relaxation

We’re connection comes through the Fire

For when flames meet, they become One

And dance until the energy is done

Then the fire water thins out


And smoke arises, rising to the top

Like a transcendental smog, from the spot

And then BAM, grounded you drop

Back into reality where you’re now a prop

For the Eagle’s emanations stop




Let’s go deep, entertain a dance

Of awareness in a trance, the lance

Of olden knights spoke through the hub

And said, I wonder what was?

It was, love, but a freak came to twas

Then you can fall for anything


Don’t say what you don’t need,

Keep it locked, power enforces steeds

That chariot the mountain to rest

But then the ride took a long time to bless

Yet now one is diving deep into the ocean


This is something, or is it just another nothing

Writing in the sling of things, like

My pain stings the deepest root of the tree

Sapling cry, leaves wither, branches grow cold

Like the wishing tree of fig momentary shadowed


Is what am, was, thought before, All Right

Is the sight am giving, through the night

But many rooms to walk upon, just a thought

Maybe I should rest? Or relax the minds thought

Into another coherence table toss




Let consciousness now retain awareness

Light is a information genesis

Captured fire, radiations rudiments

Flames here, flames their, flames dance

Everywhere, yet nowhere is it found

Than more simply burning the ground!


Here we kindle the flame

Bubbles rose from what was first frost

In the glaciers of time, interwoven

Freezing still frozen, captured lost

Yet thawed to the nothingness

Of what appears as appearance


The silent wind eases upon the breath

Of motion, captured at still rest,

Singularity forming the essential Test

To awaken, from asleep, perchance

Dream upon the realm of Chance!




Coming backwards, in the timeline

Moving craters, rocks, mountains, aligned

To the crime, even a snail can climb

The tallest Rock, involved in the Mine

Of mineral thoughts that do combine


Heat the flame! Sound the Rod!
The tongues have spoken out loud!
For all is clay, we are shaped away

Rusting and withering in the play

Breathe and fire soul in the past days


As time moved, forethought left

Afterthought came by but was next

To the riddle, the way consciousness

Coming back as the destroyer,

Of worlds, dust ignites through vacuum curls


To take form in another sea

And cool from the magma freeze

As the gentle breeze pushes atoms along

The dance of what one sees

Is apparently currenting strong!




As the coals of time cool from the water

Melting and merging into all fields felt

Like a luminsicent wave of light’s dancing

Substance, that comes into the pressure

And tethers things like strings to the puppet master


For Alchemy is essential to human Nature

For how else can clay be iron to gold rapture?

Iron sharpens iron, clay dissolves fast

As gold is malleable and can survive past

The realization that nothingness captured


The song of time, versus infinity aligned

Then praising, denying, waning

And then performing the actual fact

That the universal principle is still infact

Alive and kicking, Diamond made from the


Temperature giving away, to the formlessness

And allowing the tension to cool the isness




The waters began to cool, allowing

Kelvins to dance in performing

Temperature changes, radioactive ranges

Beyond the scope of mind’s own eraser

Know to much thine ignorance is full


Empty like a cup, drain all that is their

Feel the motion, the breathe, the air

As the cup washes away and drains

Be fulfilled thyne wisdom from cooling pains

Just like the Mountain, always losing gains


Soft dew amongst the blanketed canvas

That we paint in image of change

Separated inane, the waters left

And moved above, cleansing rain

As some droplets make it to the cleft




As the tale unfolded, the fold came

To be shaped in density made

Like vibrations strange and dazed

Leaving residue for those who seek

But nothingness to provide power weak


As dust to dust, so burns the ashes

And energy thus begins to weave static

Exciting the play, through the dynamic

Shift of patterns, allowing change to happen

While the Monad embraces One




Dance dance dance with a grain of salt

For salt helps one avoid the faults

Of shapes entertainment, the play

Arrangement, from above as below

So such does the song mellow


Sorrow from another realm, infinitude

Destiny is rather crude,

Matter that forms itself from clay

Into the shapes that we see today

Beyond what was before, a revolving door


So back through the gate, around the bend

Take the corner and you’re back again

But what does one do, when the key fits in

And unlocks the portal to misery and within

Embrace the nothing and learn to swim.




Unio Mystica, paradoxical light

Oneness around but divided all sight

Into indivisible infinite of what’s right

Capturing all within without contrite

Is what one must do in the darkest night




Now as one has to embrace

Duality is the conceptual stasis

Let Right be Left and Left be Right

Middle path through all + – – + life

For in this light, all is white


To dissolve the realm of duality

One must become one with humility

Purity than ascends and cleanses ship

And the boat doesn’t sink, it persists

And thus then one is the flow




Toil toil toil and trouble

Boil the well on the double

Frogs and newt, sticks and stew

Ogre, bat-wing, the morn dew

Combine all then form anew!


Deep cauldrons bubble with the song

Of music before the Dyonisius throng

As muse of Awen, the deepest seer

Comes to me from the well that’s clear

Atoms rise in the mist, something never missed


For the well gives Beingness to each thing

And as each being is a thing-in-the-slings

So such doth thine way alter the health

Of what is present in the Dragon’s Mouth

From fire to ashes to the deep waters Hot


We need more Fire! We need the Water!
Go chop wood and carry another!

Then boil, boil, stew and gue

Let the maker remake you new!

For in this light, all is past due




Light, essential nutrient of photosynthesis

The tree of Oak, found in the synthesis

Of relations to the dark moon antithesis

Fearing deep patterns form the being

One must be nothing, calm, clean


For the being enters, it clears, it eases

It performs, it makes, it controls, it ceases

But if you take from another, it takes from you

For the elemental reaction is both ways! Few

Know this but light attracts what is not sight.


For shadows first shaped the night

In the formlessness the densities might

Could not fathom the impervious light

That came to be from unhindered sight!

For this new right came through esprit!




No Not-Being through the currents Stream

In light, this, essence serene!

Is not segregated, separated, nor chained

But remains, captured, imprisoned, bane’d

To the Shenzhen, pilgrimage of Hun and Po


Let release, sorrow, tomorrow, never new

Just left over residue, coming through

Fragments, dark matter, infects

The, mind of what is, this is fact

For non-being is allowing capturing


Deep currents undertow the realization

Totality is what reverses sterilization

West to East, find the common station

That teleports astrally to imagination

Then comes back, and rewrites creation



Beyond the Water’s edge

Just abysmal torturing blackways

Like roads current that you sense backwards

As you walk around deadpool gathers

This is in fact, no limiting together


For the beyond is still, something willed

But not, yet found in sought, for still

It is together, remaining unnoticed

To the plethora of flames that walk by

For an iceburg, blue flames make it cry




From Source to Source, anchor to beyond

The realm free is found in song!

Verses through the muse, everstrong

To unite the Dust to Dust moving along

Currents of rays shine forth among


Bifurcations, bifurcations, and relocations

The teleportation has realization

Upon the fact that dendrites are existing

In the intertwining web conceptualization

This is all fact, under the key clock major


From the first entrance, walked upon the Way

Open doors then Source showed the play

Unlike any other day, first the bright sun Obeyed

And rose from the depths like a flowery grave

For death first came, and walked saved


But death to death, ashes burn light

The sight upon what is is terrible insight

For reaching deep within, the prettiest might

Can be overcome by faith in your sight

Unlike the followers who can read or write




The first thing that rides the waves time is greed

What do I need or want, some questioning

Like ambivalence to the returning destiny

Need this, want that, third world country track

You are all materialistic realms stacked


Go live in nothing, go eat your soul

Become total, become full

Be absorbed into the Divine Whole

No total, no soul, just hollow

Play the reed like a swallow


For snow leads down the glaciers melt

And feelings vibrationally are felt

Sensations are nil, what a like

For only inbody outbody does night

Come for the death, like white




So as times melted and came to flow

The lightning blasted crystals, starting glows

That allowed for the first principles to develop

Rays from orbs and shining crystalline structures

This is the Way that Walked Before


It came, particulars, things that needed

To be brought forth, manifested, incase

The realm of very things had to retrack

But into its form, a density out of track

Led to be, nothing, in this fact


So the particulars particles form segments

Rays that teleport and regenerate

From the photon light fire’s debate

What is, is fire, that is not mistake

And this is how things burn, hell is now, fate.




First captured flames, times of burning Sage

That led the Father Sky to the Mother Earth

And felt its consciousness in all things melt

As glowing lights flew, so did the attachment

Of different dust particles, to the salt


That liquidized on the crystals, just came to be

Water thus formed into spheres and the sound

Of this hissing fire against water

Held by its bay by the Sky Father

While Mother earth formed clay smothers


This allowed for the first constructional

Basis fact that reality is attached

To each state, experience, date

And all can be recalled by a mana weight

That pulls the consciousness force abait




Fire, Earth, Water, Air, Aether

All captured in the prism

Colours abound, feelings in sound

Collision met, opposites resound

Towards the Way that Features


The lucid dream that so such steals

Men away from hope, the Star’s Wheel

Cyclic in time yet everlasting appeal

This is where one meets his own meal

And takes down, up, left, right, Real


Things come upon manifestation

Tao’s designation in active Realization

That form to be is essentially alienation

Allowing the bend of gravity’s relation

That keeps things together, saturation




As things expanded due to expansion

Contraction kept the states from retention

And allowed Goldilocks Zones to fashion

Leading the Way for fusion, fission and passion

To unite the story, to feel the elation


It came upon Earth, Sun, Sky, Moon

Light’s fire coming soon

Yet balefire stops, rewrites, destroys

Fabric own perception, rewriting

History as one own being




Each moment to that moment

Not this moment is torment

Each to their own atonement

Not this and Not That armorment


So be still, center, calm, tornado spin

Within the webs of split the conditions win

Mineral thoughts in crystallized fin

Expansion to each atom swimmed


In the currents wake, alone, each atom

That awakes, explodes, fires Colosseum

Like each atom a gladiator in it’s own prison

Fighting the electronic spin Kadammon




From source to source, eating the Angels Way

To come into the play, and eat nothing stays

But when nothingness adds to everything strays

They come like dogs barking at midnight hounds quay


This is the eternal fight for rights, nonlinear

Ways, that come before the fabrics glimmer

Such as that which is in the essence

Permeance through luminous beings existence


This is one to another, both fate the brother

Like Zeus and Hades, hating and loving one another

This has lead to the split found from Mother

That the Heaven’s Father blesses Earth anon




One Dragon to the Next, one will say

Fire never rests, always engulfs the way

But smoke cinders to the next state

To clay formed through hissing water’s mate


So what we know is this is the first existential

Fact, that water and fire make ash, relax

But then Earth could form and evolve

Into what we know as the string’s current


All primordial existence persisting without

But within, the Sky, the blue Earth amounts

To what is right, what is beyond thought

For nothing conditional can get caught



The Sea abyss, underwill currents

Leading from destruction to Earthly gifts

Some sense the way, others don’t

But what Some Praise, got ya daze


Into another frame, that strong’s love

Albeit flowed in tears from the lips

Of those who cried in the name

In the darkness; the fear in the shadows


Opening portals to the Heart, just

Away in numerical felt sense, blind

But never in lust, always helping kind

To show what is beyond in astral mind


Love moves frames still

Love under will

Aha! What a remembering blight

You are guided now by light!




The will of Love, pursuit or passion?

Goal of all or hate in fashion?

Gravity connection the one to one?

Or does it all just be the many and sums?


It is what you make it, but perfect prelate

Come to dance in tunes of purities weights

Leverage from both states, divided contrates

But nothing really makes the mistakes

For the the dentist gives false teeth but the preacher can give

Ya something to chew on

Just leading it down another book number

We are just lyrical singing in the angle


Of what love comes to show, height and low

And remember in sorrow, tomorrow

We just sell our soul, but no control

Doesn’t show that we can’t handle the load




Aha! Found in the verse

Splendid rehearsed, started

To excite in this part

For Active Infinity wishes to depart!


Aha spell, lucid dream of his

To relate to all the love he could give

To another, all around, tarot, sound

It was his access point to us profound


He could excite the play, dance the tune

Sing merrily and cry to soon

But all in all, he lead the way

To show that one can transcend, in all ways


This is the path, we showed us all

Remember, leave your relationships

Not standing tall, but leave them to the door

For the command was to be at peace;

As above, so below.




One is Total, perfection, in light

That one is not dreaming the dream insight

But revealing various plots rights

Admitting, at fault, is what is all amount


Better days, nothing in the future

Just the Sun, that has come to the rapture

Leaving us the fire of One, to unite under nature

But then we just speak, to one who is


To be, found free, spirit sounding freedom

In the resounding millennium

The window of pain, the torture of left behind

But not as greater to know no pain in sight


This was in the right, blueprint

What is next? The sunset?

Or does it go and let?

And Set the arrow pointing met?


This is what has come to be, a phase

Just another daze, in days

But these things come through the ways

Of love in this poem, a interlude from the

Gravitational pull of the insights




The current is willing to give all love

For it is a flight of doves

That capture all moments above

And send pure thoughts through waves


This is like dancing saving dances

Of what could one do in multidimensional

Trances, or even states that predominate

That relational states that


Give to love, love to receive

Will to bless, love to greed

When one is past, one is gone

Be ever here, we are strong




The will, that is Love, for desire is lust

And a greed set in rust

For the old self of thought oxidizes to a point

And then realizes its joint


That the reverse and forward equilateral

Never forms in the material

It just spins and webs the deceit

In myriads complete


Love is will, as will moves action from Love

Without the love of loving oneself

One can give no love, no action

Thus can’t in steady reaction


This leads to see that love is just a

Responsive coherence to gravitational fields

That attract or repel, from what is next

Moments blessed




To find love, is to find will

As underwill, the current is love

Behind, is love, the wall, is love

The love, is what, is, in tall


No walls, all love, all existential points

Relative to the center joint

Love reveals the insights to will

But will must put action to love


So to see, one must always flow

The flow is love, thus when in the flow

The flow is of the spirit and one moves

Into the state of now coherence




To learn the current, love holds it strong

To discipline oneself in action, is everlong

But moving such in a song, preaches

That the brave are not always thronged


To be in will is to stalk the being

And see from self the way unseen

Then with that one moves to past

And lives in the moment until his last




Love is learning, learn to love




Nothing, a net, that caught a particular

Sediment, grid to the network cure

Capturing, all moments that are blurred

Liquid Flux ruptured

Into inness, without the providence


Beyond the layers, different elemental

Barriers, yet no to this and yes to mental

Shut down yourself, walls turn metal

Into rock, ore, iron, than gold middled

Things just come alone tethered next


This form, a mirror background shadowed,

By each own’s wake and forest meadow

Found within the dark enclave redetal

Let thunder come down from the fellows

Reign on earth, sulphuric mellows




What is it that gives? Charity

Is over all hospitality

Loving those who wish to be

Found in mercy, the sea of love, Albeit

Flowing from grace in the race


Each gene to their own pool

As each vortex is it’s own cool

Of density matters and love woo’s

Let life come through the new

Bless forward in the clue




What is this? Man sand and land?

All as one to command?

Who was throned before the gland?

That opened and allowed uplands

To downhills and farther strands


The sight to wave upon the crest wake

Is their own mistake, for beneath lakes

Lie to caverns and caves they forsake

Tunnels for snakes to slither in mates

Just another hidden story one will relate


It is pathetic to see, men is diminishing

Towards a chaotic state while ordering

The simple few, in the altitude flying

Down to the grounds, grounding

Those who go to the nothing




Man is simply a mirror, a reflection

Of each sand in the hourglasses perfection

Counting down roots to the typical distraction

Yet grow both ways is the true passion

Of what love wishes to shadow


Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Do we crumble or do we stall

Do we jump or do we fall

Does the ocean current love recitals

Or just isness in the moment call


There is really nothing more loving

Than a mirror enacting

That some things are benefacting

But reducing

Towards A higher solution




Nothing to find, nothing to search

Give up now or you’ll be hurt

Seeking and buying, gossip and lying

Towards no-blue sky you’re denying

Passion the running around trying

To not be who you are already dying




Nothing is set, it will always let

You to see who sights in roulette

Of the chance, or games, playing techs

Who dance and hide in mask

For nothing set the pace for this task


Nothing always has happened

Nothing will always happen

And nothing keeps on happening

This is what is happened

For the happening happened

And Will happen




The All creates the All

Nothing creates Everything

Everything is Nothing

Nothing is Everything

Everything creates Nothing




Silence, order in the court!

Melting pot in bottom pit forts

Constructing silent retorts

While falling down into report

Of what is this, or not that appropriate


Middling, one can see through the tune

Radioactive decay that flies through

Each clue, riddling that, all new

Leaving the sound memory of what was

And twas thought before the lucid dream


Only a lunatic would deny the Truth

Stopping a fire with water, always lose

Things to expand, gaseous boiling noose

Getting down to it, one may come unloosened

Performing that dance ensuite




What holds castles and forts together?

It is anon thing that changes weather

A force of community, flying tethered

Into the abyss’s own terror’s severing

All that was not this isness configures


As still spaces hold the deepest layer

So does each layer make a player

Who can’t see, beyond through realm

Of specialized treatment of i’m in hell

But this aint coming from those you tell


For silence holds, and tethers together

All layers and communities special

For man must walk in the forest meadow

Alone in the tree’s and the hollow

Sings the silent Oak and Bamboo melody




Deep ravines hold the darkest secrets

Mysterious lands beyond the crevice meetings

That land in a spot, spot and feathers

Tinder box and toil in benders

Let all ignite! The sound of anvils


The sword hits the steel, the sound reveries

Let a song that inspires the weak

In the suite of malicious counter repressing

A tale that doesn’t fit the dressing

But each has to sing avail to the boat heavily




Trust beyond what is known, no knowing must

Keep you centered in all yourlust

To keep you going, spiritual bygone

Lands of spending a making ride ons

Nothing new, just typical martyrdom


What one says and what one preaches

Can’t even reach beyond what is teaching

Things to me, to you, and placings

In foot holds you don’t even know, debasing

My right to speak and the current’s lacing




The lunatic only fears the unknown

For intuition lead first shamans home

To the way, then back, rehearsing, fact

To show the tribe the way, dance in the day

Going back to the first, this was the way


We cry for the Void! Voices for everlong!

Mysterious song blending through wrongs!

Never ever again through the fog

But toiling and courageous smog

Leads to the Dragon’s mouth replugged




As one works with one, so does sums

Equate the Oneness of all the Suns

That heliocentric to the system’s One

Leads all others to point down the spell

That spiralling, we are all in hell


As we work in an order, a one form

This allows us to unlocks doors storm

And through not this, but that, norm

Comes to everlong and the love

That sits under will through the glove




After this, the spell of such!

The formlessness will come at once

After the tune of what is going end

Infinite will take me, where shall I go?

Into the fire of misery I shall glow!




As silence is a name that is nothing

It comes to show, the game fluxing

Of all moments to that one next

Particles of us are already dying blessed

We are everywhere in all space dimensions


This multidimensional conversational

Telepathic state, is rational, ya debate?

Or just irrational to the scientist gate

Beyond the thought, this will find

A home to the link divine!




The Tao gives the Silence it’s spell

To form words and make holographic wells

Than arise from the deepest swell

And the currents fire us to hell

As the abyss is water’s foretell


That as water flushes over body

All things are relativity

Giving, always Giving release

Nothing to particular debease

That is how we are community




We receive all moments from nowhere

But now here we find it everywhere

So each moment, a blessing received

A spell that time lines may not grieve

But something that must be seen




Life, Love, Send me your way!

Give towards the Moments stayed

Purge everything in the way!

Death to one who cannot save

Or set the path for others grave!




Halls of heaven, splendor of heroes

Time mysterious in Elysian fields

Time of Epitaph and converging

To the things that we think rehearsing

No-mind, pure spiritual awakening


This is the rapture awakening

It just released and poured straightening

The old fox looking for revenge

Just amend the heart and feel it blend


Nowhere to run, the void waits….




Each moment sent,


That living is





Shocking ignites the spirit

Into a coherent

Beam of light, beyond esprit

Something Tachyon to the wit

A dream flying faster than it


Caught in the blueprint

What is next, o wait, forget it

And stop talking, sit in it

Relax, nothing particular to it

Just a name riddled shit

Commonplace for dimwits




BOOM. Splits the AEther

Wizards feature of nature

Coming down with a broomstick swept’

Cleaning the floor that is all wet

Is it in me or in the hat?


Or is it both, disorder and order relation?

Or nothing, just a typical fascination

Of a fantastical nation

In one’s head, drying radiation

Or in one’s head, raditiona’s nation relation




Coming back, from the bubbles wish

A true gist of the typical list

Of what one sees, in the oceanic abyss

For sharks wait to eat your wish

Of going to the next of what is this




So cool, flow into the ocean

Let each current come in motion

As next is next and there is where

Nothing comes and nothing stares

Down down down, to the ring of flares




O the burn, the fires, the sword

Cuts deep into the wounds gorge

Crevices beneath the map

But things that don’t even relapse

So cool, the burn, ember, turn!


This is the way, how you must adorn

To the heat of the scorn

That takes you down below all norms

And flies you with what is around

That is the reverie sound




As embers turn

So such the world burns

And always reduces tracks

Down the whole attack

And relax and sit back




The cooling element pristines into clarity

The diamond awareness comes within

And doesn’t even stop away

It just hopelessly stays

As coal turns hard, pressure weighs


And the diamond

is made.







About up2quark

I rest with silence and awareness; believing in hope for a brighter future, I feel compelled to write any words that excite me in the spontaneous moments in life! So this is my work; hope you enjoy my musings.
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